Dream Fanfiction Novels & Stories

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

He even patted Damian on the shoulder, seeking justification for his actions. "Yes. I've been dreaming about Miss Pearl for the past few weeks. I didn't expect to meet her today." Damian made a casual apology. "Don't make this up!" Taggart rebuked Damian. Damian smiled arrogantly. "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, but I'm telling the truth. According to Shaman, the girl in my dream is my destiny. So Pearl is my destiny as a mate." "Unbelievable. You want to conquer and take what I have." Damian is increasingly successful in provoking Taggart's madness. Taggart rushed forward to hit Damian, but Bruce blocked him.

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.

Nothing is missing, because she is happy. With him, her world revolved as an avid fan. What can a fangirl give for her idol? Unconditional love. Love without waiting for anything or something in return. Because she was happy and contented see his face then on TV. She did not know, and she did not realize that days, months, and years have passed that she sees nothing is missing in his life even though she has no love life. Because her day is complete as long as she can watch his drama series on TV.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

~GEORGIA, ATLANTA 2013~ ~AUTHORS’ PERSPECTIVE~ Damian felt bad for lying, he was perturbed about where he would get a fake fiance because, truth be told, he was not engaged, and if he was ever to get engaged, it should be Cassie, no one else.

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might

"I saw the way your pupils dilated. I saw the way you bit your lip until it turned white. You wanted me to grab you then, didn't you? You wanted me to put you over my knee for staring at what doesn't belong to you." I felt Damian shift behind her, a warning growl vibrating in his chest. I ignored him. He was weak. He was fighting it. Me? I was embracing the fire. "I've spent four years dreaming about what you look like under these clothes," I confessed. "I've jerked off in that shower you use, imagining you were on your knees in there, soaping up my cock, choking on it until you couldn't breathe and tears ran down your face. I've imagined stretching you out on my workbench in the garage, usi

The fantasy has been with me since I was fifteen. Not the violence. Not the fear. But the idea of being taken. Kept. Used until I forget who I was before. Until my old life feels like a dream and the only reality is him – whoever he is, whatever he wants, however he chooses to use me. I could never explain it to vanilla partners. The few times I tried, I saw the judgment in their eyes. The concern. The way they looked at me differently afterward, like I was broken. Damaged. Something to be fixed.

Everywhere she looked, it was her and Damian. Major entertainment news accounts and fan pages were all posting about them, with wild rumors circulating. Even fan fiction of them was dominating the charts. Furthermore, some fans had stayed up all night drawing fanart of her and Damian, and it was being shared widely. The fan fiction stories that were published on various sites were all capitalizing on the sudden surge of attention. She had a huge collection of fan art now. Chelsea's mind spun as she scrolled. She occasionally glanced at Tobey's expression. When she saw his scowl deepening, she couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.